When autumn is on the threshold,
I really want warmth...
having decorated all the roads,
I was carried away by the dance of leaves.
Asters are bright dressed,
The Sleepy Garden is mesmerizing,
She sang a song for our soul,
Slaying with his ease!
When autumn is on the threshold,
I really want warmth...
having decorated all the roads,
I was carried away by the dance of leaves.
Asters are bright dressed,
The Sleepy Garden is mesmerizing,
She sang a song for our soul,
Slaying with his ease!
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